Soon, the victor was decided on the other stage.
The second round of the martial arts competition was considered to have ended.
The winners were Yan Chongtian, Chen Sanqing, Song Qingshu, and a third-generation disciple.
All the disciples in the arena looked at the few of them. They were the top third-generation disciples of Wudang!
Below the stage, a hint of desolation flashed through Ling Xu's eyes.
How did I meet Song Qingshu halfway? Just like that, he was defeated by him…
Meanwhile, Chen Sanqing was staring at Song Qingshu with a burning gaze. It was obvious that he couldn't wait to spar with him.
The other third-generation disciple who won had a look of relief in his eyes.
He had never thought that he would actually be able to successfully stand out from this round of competition.
Also, it was fortunate that he didn't meet Yan Chongtian and the others.
Yan Chongtian looked quite disdainful. He didn't put them in his eyes at all.
The disciples also rested for a while.
…………
" The third round of the competition begins!"
Song Yuanqiao announced loudly.
Then, the four disciples who had won the previous round also stepped forward to draw lots.
After Chen Sanqing drew lots, he said,
His eyes instantly lit up.
"Good!" Chen Sanqing thought to himself.
It could be said that he had gotten Song Qingshu as he wished, and he couldn't help but feel happy.
His position as second place in the competition was not going to escape.
Moreover, I can even spar with that Eight Sword Styles. Am I, Chen Sanqing, blessed by the heavens?
"Let the competition begin!"
Chen Sanqing and Song Qingshu both jumped onto the stage.
"Junior Brother Song's sword art is extraordinary. I've long wanted to spar with you!”
Chen Sanqing cupped his left hand and said,
"I've long heard of Senior Brother Chen's great name!"
Song Qingshu also bowed.
The two of them had a polite conversation.
Chen Sanqing pulled out the long sword in his hand. The sword was actually emitting traces of cold air.
"Eight Sword Flying Frost!"
Chen Sanqing shouted.
The first move he made was his famous ultimate skill, the Eight Swords of Flying Frost.
Several swords slashed out, and the sword light carried a chill that could freeze one's heart.
The place where the tip of the sword cut through…
There were even streaks of frost that froze there.
Shock flashed across the eyes of the surrounding disciples.
Just looking at this sword light made one feel a chill in their hearts. Perhaps even a Xiantian expert would not be able to match it.
"Senior Brother Chen's swordsmanship has reached such a level? Other than Yan Chongtian, no one else could compare to him!”
"Is this the Eight Sword Flying Frost? It was said that even Xiantian experts would find the cold air extremely troublesome!”
Everyone exclaimed.
The three elders looked at Chen Sanqing and nodded slowly.
"This kid's talent isn't below Ling Xu's.”
The three of them sighed and looked at Chen Sanqing with a touch of gratification in their eyes.
"Not bad! The Eight Swords of Flying Frost had also reached the minor accomplishment realm!”
Song Yuanqiao nodded slightly, his eyes inevitably carrying a hint of worry.
However, Chen Sanqing should have a sense of propriety. He would not hurt his son.
"This Chen Sanqing is extremely talented.”
Yu Lianzhou sighed.
"This Eight Swords of Frost is also a high-tier martial art!”
Mo Shenggu praised.
They were also worried about Song Qingshu.
……
Under everyone's gaze.
Song Qingshu wasn't afraid at all when facing the Eight Flying Frost Swords.
He turned around to dodge Chen Sanqing's sword, and a layer of frost formed on his waist.
Song Qingshu also frowned slightly.
"Eight Strokes of the Famous Sword! Two swords!"
Song Qingshu's Deathly Sword and Tian Baojian instantly slashed toward Chen Sanqing!
The power of this move and two swords was unimaginable.
It instantly destroyed the Eight Sword Flying Frost's attack, and even Chen Sanqing was blasted out of the arena.
Looking at Chen Sanqing who had flown out of the arena,
Everyone's eyes flickered with shock.
These third-generation disciples had only heard of the famous Eight Forms of the Famous Sword. Now that they saw Song Qingshu controlling two swords, they were extremely shocked.
"This? Song Qingshu could actually control two swords?”
"The power of these two swords is actually several times stronger than before? The Eight Strokes of the Famous Sword is actually so terrifying!"
"There are eight swords in this Eight Sword Styles? If all of them were gathered, it was hard to imagine the power!”
These disciples exclaimed.
"The power of the two swords has increased by several times! The Eight Strokes of the Famous Sword is amazing!"
The three elders 'eyes flickered with shock.
"Good! Good! Good!"
Song Yuanqiao's eyes flashed with surprise.
He did not expect his son to be able to successfully control two swords. This gave him a pleasant surprise!
"Good!"
Yu Daiyan also praised.
Seeing Qing Shu defeat Chen Sanqing, the depression in his heart lessened a lot.
The corners of the other seven heroes 'mouths curled into a faint smile.
Qing Shu had far exceeded their imagination. The second place of this martial arts competition was considered secured.
"So strong?"
Chen Sanqing looked at Song Qingshu.
He had originally wanted to rely on the Eight Swords of Flying Frost to defeat Song Qingshu, but he did not expect to be defeated so easily.
At this moment, he was greatly shocked.
The gap between him and Song Qingshu was so great!
To think that he was still happy just now. Now, he could be said to be extremely regretful in his heart.
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